potholing

Scouting thread! Discovering some caves. :) Anyone welcome - but Bazi is also keeping an eye out for anyone hunting in the vicinity of Swiftcurrent Creek.

Swiftcurrent Creek was still only a pack of acquaintances. Building relationships took time, energy, and enthusiasm - and after a week, Bazi was tired. She slunk away early that morning, moving through the low-hanging fog like a whisper. Everything was muted and still, and for once, she was glad of the solitude. Even thoughts that normally fluttered like anxious moths between her ears in the absence of distractions were still sound asleep.

This morning, her scouting took her to the distant source of the pack's namesake, where what would soon become the Creek's rushing water was utterly still. The lithe female skirted the edge of the glassy lake, but her eyes were trained on the wall of rock that curled it's dark arms protectively around the water, searching. It was exactly the right type of rock, that much was clear; with any luck, there would be caves.

But although her primary mission was to explore, she had a secondary aim. The were recurring clashes with Vale wolves - and Bazi nervously wondered what would come of the rising tensions. She doubted that the Vale would simply roll over and accept that everything to the west of the mountain range belonged to the Creek, and that meant verbal confrontation at the very least if she spotted an intruder, and the very real possibility of fights. The petite yearling hoped with all her heart that today would not be the day that the Vale decided to escalate.